Swaying afro-pop with male vocal, bright guitars and drum-machine beats; 128 bpm
You've got your hands
They're smaller than I recall
Remember when they held up all the clouds that we were told,
You've got good plans, I had mine,
You cut them with your nails and now they're pieces of the sky
Looking up
I was looking
Your inner Persian blue, I followed you
To your catacomb
Persian blue what could I do
Now you're so gone, gone, gone, gone
Turn it blue, soothing you
Now you're so gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Amongst the lights
Is where we did reside
Emerging blind with painted eyes and selfish little lies
I told you twice
Don't punch me when I'm down
I tied your feet together and then drove you out of town
We slipped in tears, silence
Buried on the plains against a chest of silver chains
I had your hands and I shut them in the door
I double locked and opened up and found her gloves upon the floor
Looking up
I was looking
Your inner Persian blue, i followed you
To your catacomb
Persian blue what could I do
Now you're so gone, gone, gone, gone
Turn it blue, soothing you
Now you're so gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Now you're Now you're Now you're
Now you're Now you're Now you're
Now you're Pieces of the sky pieces of the sky
Pieces of the sky pieces of the sky pieces of the sky
pieces of the sky pieces of the sky pieces of the sky pieces of the sky